Do you know that good feeling when random people compliment you on the street with a simple “pretty”?? So, the opposite. A very nice guy called me piece of shit, the other day, with a furious look in his eyes. Cheers!!

But not doubt that the best of the week (yes, all in a week) has been the man of the flowers. Far from crazy, he is a lover of little things and enthusiastic about Julio Iglesias, his namesake. He stopped me because I had an obvious Spanish look (it’s never happened to me). He delighted me with some minutes of nice chat.